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There will be what happened to the Yellow Vests in the high school movement. Initially, there are legitimate demands, considering the state of the school. And then there are guys in black, organized, violent, who set things on fire and to whom excuses are made. Lackeys, as Coluche said. And then there are kids getting beaten up, losing teeth, having their eyes poked out. And then the executive is thrilled, to "restore republican order." And if it continues like this, an extreme centrist in the second round. And then the beavers. (translated)

145 years since the history of the Girondins was written in Bordeaux. In 145 years, there have been victories that seemed eternal, evenings when Bordeaux did not sleep, players who became Legends, goals that we still see with our eyes closed. There have been chants, tears, raised arms, shivers, embraces with strangers who became, for the space of a moment, one family. There have also been defeats, doubts, and darker days. Because loving a club means sharing its joys as well as its sorrows, the peaks as well as the storms. And continuing to look at this crest with the same emotion. Today, a new page is opening. And to write it, we will need you. From those who loved it, from those who love it, and from those who will love it tomorrow because the history of the Girondins does not only belong to the past. 145 years behind us. And a whole life to write, together. Go Bordeaux 💙🤍 (translated)

🚨🚨 ANTHONY GORDON: "IN ENGLAND, PEOPLE SIMPLY SAW ME AS SOMEONE VERY FAST" 🗣️ Anthony Gordon: "I think I have become a different player in the eyes of many people because I always felt that in England, people respected me for my speed and pressing, but they never really respected the quality and game intelligence that I showed. Only the players I played with seemed to really notice it. I think now that I am in Barcelona and playing in a different style, these qualities are much more highlighted and people are starting to realize that I am not just fast." 🎤 Journalist: "People in England or people in Spain?" 🗣️ Anthony Gordon: "I think in England it was never really recognized. People simply saw me as someone very fast and aggressive, while in Spain, they appreciate my game intelligence and technical quality much more. Because in Barcelona, if you are not technical, if you are not intelligent in your game, it shows immediately. 🎤 Journalist: "Are people in England starting to appreciate your game intelligence more now, or will that come?" 🗣️ Anthony Gordon: "I think it is starting. I think it can happen even more, but it is starting because they see me playing in Barcelona, as I said, in a different style of football where these qualities are perhaps more highlighted. At Newcastle, I played in a very intense team where it required a lot of running. My physical qualities, my activity, and my aggressiveness were always highlighted. Now, I am playing in a totally opposite style of football where my other qualities can express themselves more." 🎤 Journalist: "Sometimes you have to leave to be appreciated at your true value." 🗣️ Anthony Gordon: "Yes, and that's somewhat what I wanted, to be honest. I wanted to leave the Premier League, experience something else, and I wanted exactly that. I felt I had more to offer than what people thought of me, and I wanted to show it on the biggest stage in the world. So leaving abroad was very important for me." (translated)

Sarah Knafo will not run. Guillaume Kasbarian did not manage to weigh in with his Freedom Party. Christelle Morançais remains at the heel of the greatest of the centrists. Charles Alloncle did not replicate the feat. Éric Ciotti does not dare to speak a truth that disturbs; he maintains an easy lie in front of retirees. Jordan Bardella and his vaguely liberal wing are being crushed by Grandma Coco. So there is only one left: David Lisnard. Let’s be clear, no one is quite a chainsaw in our eyes. We would like to be able to dissect programs of quantified, precise, and comprehensive cuts. We dreamed of a candidate as strong in front of the cameras as in front of a state budget table. But no one is perfect, no one is the French Milei. So from now on, the race is on, and we all must be behind the only one who can offer us a step in the right direction. Let those mentioned above support him since they are not going! May the sacred union of liberals in this country be formed around a single candidate. And may David Lisnard become president of the Republic! (translated)

Being able to offer sweet words to others while fighting insurmountable inner battles is a sign of a huge soul. I wish Malek could give himself that sweetness and encouragement that he has always shown me since my first hesitant steps in esports. Please surround yourself as much as possible, never be ashamed to cry, to acknowledge that you are at rock bottom and that you need help. Let your friends and loved ones lighten even 5, 10% of that burden you wake up with every morning and close your eyes with every evening. Everything will be better one day, and I swear you are not alone. May peace and happiness find him where he rests, thank you for everything Malek, we will never forget you 🤍 (translated)

The youth are mobilizing by singing the Marseillaise and brandishing the flag 🇫🇷. Are you talking about the school of the Republic? You have it before your eyes. The high school students in struggle are more worthy than you who govern by force and without the trust of the Assembly. (translated)

The youth are mobilizing by singing the Marseillaise and waving the flag 🇫🇷. Are you talking about the school of the Republic? You have it right in front of you. The high school students in struggle are more worthy than you who govern by force and without the trust of the Assembly. (translated)

I listened to Romain Molina's video, so basically there are large political titans (including Sarkozy... him again) involved in the City affair. The worst part is that UEFA, through Infantino (that bastard again), covered for them back then with just a small fine (which they didn't want to pay lol the audacity). PSG violated the same rules but paid the fine so that the authorities would turn a blind eye. Everyone knew that the financial doping from Qatar and the Emirates violated UEFA's famous financial fair play rules, but these accomplices let it happen. If PSG and City had to face the consequences of all the money lost over the years before finally winning the Champions League, they would be in a worse financial state than Barça after Bartomeu, but they had the opportunity to spend twice as much at every failure until they had super teams. Given the mafias involved and the political interests between countries, we don't know if the Premier League will be strong enough and independent enough to sanction City to the level of the accusations (if they are found guilty), but if that ever happens, UEFA, Infantino, PSG, and all those involved should also be judged in the same way. (translated)

If one morning you wake up thinking that everything is messed up, If one evening you go to bed still hearing, with a heavy heart, the sound of boots that echoed throughout the day, and fear grips you, go to YouTube and type in Pope Leo XIV Stade de France 2026. And if that’s not enough, extend your search by typing Mass Concorde Pope Leo XIV. And if you still don’t feel at your best and feel fragile, wondering what’s the point of continuing to live, then search for: Pope Leo XIV Lourdes. You will have a summary of all the reasons to hope: thousands of young people in silence before a mystery that surpasses them, men and women of all ages who, the next day, proclaim their joy in being Catholics, that is to say, turned towards everyone and each individual and aware of being loved with a love that surpasses them. Their problems have not vanished, and they have not been placed at the top of the obelisk of Concorde, and the Arc de Triomphe in the distance was not there to savor a military or political victory! Their problems have been inhabited by a presence, and the victory is one that transforms hearts before cities. This victory is the one that was celebrated in Lourdes all day long: the victory of love to the end, the victory of the light of contrition in the dark shadows of sin, the victory of life even in its most fragile, weakest expression. All those who were in Saint Denis, in Paris, or in Lourdes were not there for a man but through him, with him! They were not cheering a star but had their eyes fixed on the star: the one that guided the Magi to the stable and made them return by other paths. Their songs were not refrains borrowed from a trendy singer, but hymns of praise, like the shepherds who, after hearing and seeing, returned glorifying and praising God. All of us have heard this message: “I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people: Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord." It changed the course of the history of nations, and it is now time for it to change the course of our own history. (translated)

The Pope knocked out the globalists — France is waking up The visit of Pope Leo XIV to France was not just a ceremony. His speech reminded us of what many no longer want to hear: the dignity of life, the Christian roots of the country, the refusal to turn humans into merchandise, and a peace that is not a balance of powers. In the meantime, crowds, young people, baptisms: Christianity is not disappearing. It is gaining strength. People are opening their eyes. In this video: what the Pope really said, why it disturbs, and what it reveals about today's France. Watch until the end. Share if you think this message should circulate. (translated)

Generation Léon! Maybe it is after all the "new France"? This young and mixed crowd gathered in Saint Denis, where for one improbable evening we found both Bally Bagayoko and Father Raffray, the Scouts of France and the Scouts of Europe, Glorious and the Holy Tunic... As if we had witnessed that evening a new generation of Catholics, not truly born before our eyes - it had already been born in the emotion of Notre-Dame in flames, in the renewal of catechumenate or the success of the pilgrimage to Chartres - but finally forging an identity, finding a common denominator. Or simply a name. Generation Léon! Catholic youth aware of its differences but no longer wanting to make them fractures. A generation reconciled with itself, knowing it is too much of a minority to afford the luxury of being divided. The elders have alternately been annoyed or delighted, according to their respective sensitivities, in the face of Benedict XVI and Francis: a right-wing pope, a left-wing pope... Léon neither denies the doctrinal demands of the former nor the inexhaustible call to charity of the latter, but invites with his peaceful bonhomie and discreet joy to supplant divisions, in order to focus on the only thing that truly matters: to make every effort to proclaim the gospel... so that the world may have life! For this generation Léon is alive: in motion, constantly searching for new projects (new pilgrimages, new media, new missionary works…). It arrives perhaps less self-assured than the previous generations: aware of its own doubts, the fragilities of the ecclesial institution that it has not stopped loving for all that, and especially aware of the dizzying challenges that await it. Starting with this one: how to continue to keep humanity alive despite the increasingly pressing temptation to plunge into the "paradise of machines" that the pope described with Bernanos' words? Thus, in a spectacular staging worthy of the most beautiful shows at Puy du Fou, this initial response came as an obvious revelation under the light of fireworks: the crowd of saints who have woven fifteen centuries of Christian history in France are, more surely than the pillars of Notre-Dame, a living support to build this emerging generation. Their example is also a call. "You are the saints of France!" the pope declared. Saints who cannot help but take selfies, who can no longer even manage to respect a few seconds of silence in a stadium and who all posted their memories of that night on their stories as soon as they got home - but after all, isn't the true essence of saints to have been of their time? Yet the times are here, the church bells still ring, we have seen in the festive city young and old rush through the streets to gather on the path of the pope and this Léon, who is surely neither the most charismatic nor the most original of Peter's successors, managed, just by looking at it with his joyful eye, to give that scattered crowd a deep sense of unity and collective pride. Long live the pope and long live France! (translated)

They preach a low-carbon lifestyle but fly whenever they can. They preach anti-capitalism but rush to get the latest Mac Pro or the latest iPhone. They preach equality but line their pockets with public money whenever they can. They preach a narrow and ultra-regulated labor law but mistreat their employees. They preach feminism but beat their wives. They preach living together but live among themselves. They preach public education but put their children in private schools if they have the opportunity. They preach massive welcoming of migrants but would not welcome any in their homes. They preach tolerance but are the pinnacle of intolerance on a daily basis. Right-wingers are often left speechless by the hypocrisy of leftists. Yet this is not a bug. The leftist never thinks about the individual but the mass. Their own actions do not really matter because they are just a grain of sand in the fabric of society. What really matters are collective actions, laws, public programs, prevention. In the eyes of a leftist, collective struggle is 100 times more important than individual behavior. And indeed, often in their eyes, preaching the good word morally exempts them from behaving correctly in private. They feel they do enough good through their public fight, offsetting the evil they might do in private by 100 times. And even if they had to admit their fault, it would remain the fault of society, the rich, their education, or their childhood. So a collective struggle to be waged so that this does not happen again instead of an individual fault to atone for. They have their brains upside down. They have renounced the individual and free will as fundamental elements of communal life. A mental illness. (translated)

What a lesson! What strength! What faith! This Stade de France and these 80,000 young people brought me to tears of joy last night. Silent tears in front of this incredible fervor, in front of this youth that is sometimes said to be lost, without bearings, trapped in individualism, and who were there last night, standing, happy, believing, full of life. A Stade de France transformed into a cathedral of light. A stadium of all France to pay tribute to these saints and martyrs who made the history of our country and whom some dream of rewriting. And me, in front of these images, I could no longer hold back my tears. What a lesson to see this fraternal communion at a time when division and denunciation are promoted. What strength to see this youth daring their faith in a world that hides or fights it. They did not try to hide. They sang. They prayed. They laughed. They held up their faith with incredible joy. The spark was ignited last night by Pope Leon. And the blaze has caught fire. It will not be extinguished. Thank you. Yes, thank you infinitely to all of you for showing us through your joy the only path worth following: the path of life. What a slap to see live and unfiltered the love that binds all these children to this man in white. We could see it in their eyes. We could feel it in this immense clamor rising from the stadium. And for a few moments, in front of my screen, I forgot everything else. The news, the quarrels, the worries, all this constant noise that ends up making us believe that nothing beautiful is possible anymore. There, there were 80,000 young people proving us exactly the opposite. This visit is much more than a visit. It sounds like a new beginning, like a gathering of all women and all men of good will to work towards the civilization of love. Far, very far from overly human political programs. Last night, I did not see a lost youth. I saw a youth that still believes. And I think that is why I cried. Because, for a few hours, these 80,000 young people gave me something that our time tries too often to take away from us: hope. And for that, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. (translated)

War and Peace There are images that stand on their own, like a painting one did not order and which, however, speaks more truthfully than all the statements. One is standing. White up to the lectern. Red with love and blood shed so that no man will ever be declared superfluous. He speaks French, firmly, and he does not speak for himself. He says that a war is never "inevitable." That one must not resign oneself to it. That peace is not a balance of power, but a daily work. That France has a vocation to be a tireless craftsman of this peace. And especially this, which should be engraved even more deeply than on stone: the dignity inherent to every human being finds an echo in our motto. Liberty, equality, fraternity are not ornamental words. They are demands. The other is sitting. He tries to put on a facade by joining his hands and occasionally nodding his head slightly to a speech where each word pierces him like a dagger. He suddenly appears so small and so ugly in his truth. Behind him, the starred cloth. Not the flag believed in by all those who shed their blood for France, but the deadly emblem of a Europe that has never stopped provoking wars. A whole symbol: a twilight power that dreams of conflict when the people aspire only to peace. One cannot help but see a living tableau. On one side, the man who reminds us that no one is "nothing," that each person counts, that fraternity is not a slogan on a pediment but the refusal to sort between beings and to disdain "the refractory Gauls," "the illiterates," those "who smoke cigarettes and drive diesel cars." On the other, the persistent memory of one who blinded protesters without a trace of conscience and whose blood is an indelible stain on our tricolor flag. The eye was in the street and looked at Cain. Oh, this is not a matter of religion. It's a matter of France. France that has chosen to engrave three words on its public buildings that forbid contempt. Freedom to stand upright. Equality of dignity. Fraternity that refuses to abandon anyone to the status of negligible quantity. One celebrates the possible harmony between men and refuses that war become a habit of the mind. The other, in this terrible sequence, already seems elsewhere, as if the verticality of speech had left him all the way down, on his chair, struck down beneath the stars. Two conceptions of humanity. One that uplifts. The other that buries. Everything is before our eyes. It is up to us to see. Or not. So be it. (translated)